Looking through my yearbook, the signers can pretty easily be divided into four groups.
1) The complimenters. It doesn’t matter how well you know the person, they have like eight nice but generic adjectives to describe you with, like “sweet” and “cool” and you can be pretty sure they wrote almost identical things in everyone else’s books. That’s okay complimenter, I probably won’t remember you in a few years anyway.
2) The rememberer. Again, it doesn’t matter how well they actually know you, they will dig up some obscure memory from that one time you hung out like two years ago, or that one thing you laughed at in that one class that one time. Examples include:
“Remember that time we went shopping? Thanks for introducing me to Forever 21.” (I forgot we ever did that)
“I still have the sonnet you wrote about me getting struck by lightning” (Rigghht…I remember that…now…)
“I’ll always remember physics class with you, especially your bad Swedish accent while doing calculations.” (I forgot about that too. I hated physics)
“I will literally never forget you climbing up on a chair at your birthday exclaiming, ‘Guys this is how I twerked in Africa!'” (I wish I could forget that one. Also the horrible dancing that followed. And the falling off said chair.)
3) The real friends. You can tell the real friends because they say things that would normally be offensive/don’t make sense, but are okay because you know each other so well. Examples:
“I hope that you marry a Filipino guy so that you can have grandchildren that look like Angelina Jolie.”
“You’re still the girl who cried STD.”
“You should get your schizophrenia checked out.”
“I still want a sandwhich.”
4) Then there’s the things that made me cry when I read them:
“Thanks for your brilliance and wisdom. I know you will change the world.” (My favourite English AP teacher)
“You are the only person I know that commands 100% of my respect and you are my best friend. You always will be even if you’re on the other side of the country. All I can do is thank you for being there since there is no way I can truly say goodbye.” (Mat)
“You are a tremendous person, full of talent and promise.” (My soccer coach)
This was supposed to be a funny post, but then I started reading through all the messages in my yearbook and now I’m getting a little teary and nostalgic. Maybe I’m going to miss high school a little more than I had originally expected to. I mean, I’m excited for university, but it is beginning to be hard to think about leaving all of this behind. Although when I think about high school I often think of it as saturated with boredom and stress and grief, but it was also so full of laughter and this intense sense of belonging. I was crazy to think that I wouldn’t miss that.